I Want To Be You

The crowd milled about
Each person trying to find
Their designated spot

A stranger called out to me
“I want to be you!”

I looked at her, puzzled

Then I saw

We were arranged by years of survival
She was in the 0-5 years group
I was in the 20+ years group

I pray she gets her wish

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Look for this poem and other stories of long-term survivorship in the February-March 2023 issue of Wildfire Magazine.

A Different Role